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Here, I document my adventures at work, as well as in dining, museums, red carpets, wine, shopping, and everything else in between.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Falling in LOVE ... Its a Bumpy ride...

I had a great time during my one week stay in Miami. Met up with old friends and

colleagues, met new friends, made great networking contacts. But eventually it

was time to get on a plane and go back home, Los Angeles.

As I boarded the plane and made myself comfortable in my seat, I was happy to know I would soon see my husband and my daughter, both of whom I missed dearly.

The plane took off and I started reading my book. All was well, until about two

hours into my five hour flight, major turbulence started shaking the plane so

much that the "fasten your seat belts" sign turned on and the flight attendants

stopped serving refreshments and scattered with their carts back to either end

of the plane.

That's when I started thinking... Falling in Love is like turbulence on a bumpy

plane ... As the aircraft moves and shakes you wish you were home and not in

this uncomfortable situation that you can't get out of. Heck, even if you had

boarded the plane with a parachute there is no way in hell the crew would let you jump off, although you wish more than anything that you could.

View from my seat

So you're stuck, no where to go. You just have to sit there and accept the fact
that yes, the plane may go down. That your eulogy at your funeral may say things
like,"if only she had boarded an earlier flight"....and your mind starts going
to weird places. Like, "why did I put myself in this situation?" "Why can't I just
be happy at home and never fly, never travel?" Then you start thinking of how
much you love your life and those in it and how you hope the bumps will cease
and your plane will land safely. When it does, you feel grateful . So grateful
for not letting fear stop you from wanting to do it all over again.

bumpy ride home!

You even start getting excited about planning your next vacation to an exotic place or

simply the next city to visit a relative. That ride is much like falling in love . When

you first start that bumpy journey, it is scary, so scary you feel you may not make it.

But you hold on, grasp the armchair as if your life depended on it, and hope that the bumps

will stop. When they do, you realize you are thankful for being a little brave, taking a leap of faith and boarding, knowing you will face the symbolic uncertainties that come with

opening your heart. When you land into "Love" you take a deep breath and realize the ride,

scary and bumpy as it was, was well worth it, because the destination you reached is beautiful and magical but you couldn't have gotten there by taking a casual safe stroll down the

sidewalk.

To get there, you need to board a big scary plane that carries risks and imperfections,

turbulence that shakes your body and soul to its core... only then can your soul travel

through those cloudy high skies, and reach that place of pure, unfiltered Love!